O rags to royalty

[Dusty779]

Drakar tried his best to help his king. Keep him company, drag him to bed when he vot too drunk, forced him to eat or prevented him from drinking more when he could. Behind the scenes he did what he could to keep the country running, the few courtiers who remained aided him best they could when speaking to dignitaries or representatives. But he didnt have the same touch, and was becoming over burdened with the responsibility. Sadly the king had yet to notice his pet was working himself to death, stressed and looking tired and ill all the time, the king never once seemed to notice his pets afflictions.
The drake also had been set upon by the guards again, getting the drake bred with the largest dragon mount 'stud' they could find, and it had taken. Boy had it taken, he had swelled up massively in only a few short weeks, carrying more and far larger eggs than he was designed to he was in discomfort all the time.
"Please master" he pleaded taking the now empty bottle away and prevented the maid from giving him another "we are out of wine till next delivery.. and you need to eat something today... please... anything... the cook made a lovely roast dinner, it would be a shame for it to go to waste... like last time... and i miss you dining wityh me, even if it is hard for me to get to the table now id like you to join me... please master?"